This story I choose to tell is long, with plenty of details. I want to get this out because even now, way after, I still think about it every single day and I am still terrified when I remember it.
About a year and a half ago, my then boyfriend and I were hanging out at his friend’s apartment. This friend of his is in a band that are mildly known in the local area, and have released albums and because of this the friend had the den� made into a home recording studio. The apartment was huge, three stories, three bedrooms. We would regularly hang out in that studio room. This studio had very expensive recording equipment, and recording program on a computer that showed a flat line when there was silence and spikes when there was noise.
Now this friend, Kyle*, told us about how one day he was recording a sample of his guitar playing and played it back. In between fiddling with the guitar he thought he saw a spike blip on the screen and heard something in the silence of the recording so he turned the volume up. (The microphone he uses are so sensitive they can pick up the sound of a pen, maybe even needle falling to the carpet across the room and it is LOUD when played back at full volume.) Anyway, when he played it back, he could hear a voice, almost a whisper, saying his name. And this was at full volume…
So Kyle played this back for us, since he saved it to a file on the computer (I wanted proof – I’m very skeptical; I do NOT like the unexplainable) and I heard this voice. Indeed it sounded like his name was being said, I couldn’t deny it. I still didn’t believe it. Hey, he’s a recording artist, I thought maybe he was just trying a party trick on us. So he asked if we wanted to try it. He explained he would record our question or whatever we had to say, then we would sit in silence for a couple of minutes, and then he’d play it back, turning the volume up when the silence would start. At first I said no, but my ex and my other friend Molly* (Kyle’s girlfriend at the time) tried it in front of me. I don’t even remember what they asked, I just remember a hoarse voice saying/whispering “Toniooo” over and over again for my ex, whenever he asked who wanted to talk to him. Turns out his uncle, Antonio, died earlier that week. That was creepy enough, since no one but me and my ex knew about him, and so I let my curiosity get the better of me to give it a try. And I got the strongest response.
When it was my turn, I asked “This is ******, is there anyone there who wants to talk to me?” and sat in silence for a minute. Kyle played it back and when he did I got a sudden deep chill. Not like I was cold, but like an overwhelming fear took over me. On the recording were several voices. All talking at once. I thought “ok, maybe its radio being picked up or other tenants” since he lived in an apartment. So I tried again, and decided to specifically ask for my great grandmother, who passed away in 2001. She only knew Spanish, so I asked in Spanish the best I could for her (I don’t speak Spanish) . I’ll never forget what played back. It was her voice, but she sounded younger, like maybe she was about 40 or so (she died at 93, and her voice was then weak as it is with old age). She responded in Spanish, saying “oye me, oye me! essstass…aquuui”. That’s exactly how she sounded, dragging out the words. I was completely gripped with fear and excitement at the same time, and tried again. Kyle stopped the recording, started a new one, and again I tried, asking “Nana, its me, ******, are you here? are you here?” Stop, silence, playback. “Sii, esstaassss aaauii. Oye me!” All this time, the voices were still in the background of these recordings, getting louder, and more were joining, seemingly trying to talk over one another or to one another. Maybe not radio. It was about 3:30am. They weren’t the other tenants. And her responding in Spanish? I didn’t know what “oye meh” meant til the next day, when I asked my mom to translate. She told me it means “listen to me! or “Hear me!”
Frightened and kind of happy to hear her voice, it was strange since naturally, I never thought I’d hear her voice again because she was gone. That’s all she said in the recording and leaving it playing on, another voice came in.� And if anyone has heard an unnatural voice like this, they’ll know what I’m talking about. A deeper voice, someone else came through, louder than all the others. It sounded evil to me, like a deep whisper from someone’s throat, dragging out every word. It first said “T**** iss youur hhheeneemmy”. Right after that, it said “keep clear of Haaannnie*”. At first I didn’t know what it was saying, none of us could, but listening to it twice, Molly realized it was saying “T**** is your enemy” and “Keep clear of Annie*”� There was no more happiness from hearing my grandma. I was so terrified I could barely talk, even with three other people in the room. I asked again “WHO ARE� YOU? Are saying keep clear of Annie?” Playback…voice responded with “Yyeeesss….khheeeep clear off Hhannie…”�
Whoever this voice was, it was refusing to tell me it’s name or who or what it was. But what it was saying about T**** and Annie I’ll never forget. T**** is related to my ex. We hated each other, and she always took every opportunity to make me look bad or say something bad about me in front of him. Annie* is my aunt. At the time this happened, we were fighting with each other and not on speaking terms. No one in that room knew this. And when it came to T****, my ex would look the other way, let alone bring it up to anyone, especially an acquaintance like Kyle. There was no way that Kyle could have pre-recorded any of this, especially my great grandmother’s voice. I was so scared of what I may have invited in that room, I was shaking. Asking around, no one else felt any fear at all. They felt completely fine and normal; it was only me. Hearing that, I ended the session right there, announcing “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here or with us” kind of joking so no one would know how scared I was.
This is where my “paranormal” experience ends. Later I was almost convinced that although the strange voice chilled me to the bone, it was most likely there to help since it told me things as if they were a warning against others in my life. The few that believed me were convinced too, and that I maybe should go back another night and bring it up again, but something didn’t fit. Why did it refuse to tell me who it was? It seemed to be warning me, but… why did I get the feeling it was telling me what I thought I wanted to hear? I have a friend, who is “psychic” and told her about what happened. She was a little upset I’d do such a stupid thing, but agreed to look into it for me. Without knowing what happened, she came called me back two days later and told me that yes, someone in my family came through, but only briefly. And something else did too, and it was, in her words, “very very baaad”.� She told me she didn’t know who or what, but that it wanted me to trust it, so I can go back and call upon it again… so it can attach itself to me or something weird like that. She said she took care of it, and nothing should be bothering me. But if I do decide to go back, there may not be much more she can do. From reading other stories on here, it seems that they can follow if they want too, just from someone playing around the first time, so I’m not sure why it wanted me to go back. I do have a feeling had we kept on with the EVP nights, things may have gotten bad.
There’s a lot more that’s happened, I’ve seen a shadow person once (and I had my best friend with me; we saw it at the same time), I’ve seen other things, heard things go bump in the night, heard knocking on walls and doors, all that, but this is the first time, and only time, hopefully last time that I ever made contact, asked a question and something responded. I hear that voice in my head almost every day, and I play those events back in my mind all the time. So thank you for bearing with my storytelling, its not much compared to others but, boy, I’m glad to finally be able to tell it.
Written by Verity, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com